(Stephanie)
It's official. I hate him. I hate him so freaking much.
What an arrogant, rude, and downright selfish prick!
The worst thing about all of this is that I didn't push Grant away. What was I thinking!? It's like all reasoning went out the window the moment Grant wrapped his large hands around my wrists.
I had never felt anything like it. The s****l tension between us was eating me alive. The desire I have for that man was beyond anything I could comprehend, and the worst part of it all... I would've let him do anything to me in that moment. Hell, I WANTED him to do anything for me at that moment.
Then he finally got me to say his name, and everything stopped.
Ugh, why did I have to give in so easily?
I felt like my body was wound up tight. This feeling of pent up rage and frustration made my feet move even quicker as I passed Lou before giving him a simple wave and continued on my way.
I have never hated anyone in my life. But right now, I can truly and honestly say I hate that man. I hate and loathe him so freaking much for doing that to me.
Pressing the elevator button, I quickly took a deep breath before smoothing back my hair and trying to compose myself.
I need to get whatever this feeling is out of my system, and fast.
Stepping onto the elevator, I thanked God my neighbor didn't pop out of nowhere and join me this time as I pressed the button for my floor and tried to hold it all together.
How could someone just tease another person like that? I mean, his tongue was on my throat! And his hands...
Shaking my head, I quickly shook the memory from my mind and headed for my apartment.
I need a drink...
Using my keys to unlock my door, I suddenly heard the apartment from across the hallway began to open as panic surged through me. Oh god, I can't deal with him right now. Especially after that.
I twisted the door handle hastily before yanking it open and slipping inside. The sound of my name being called out was soon muffled by the slamming door when a sharp knock came next.
"Stephanie! It's Nate. I think maybe we just got off on the wrong foot!" He called out, making me cringe.
I tried not to say anything, knowing he just saw me enter my place, so it's not like I could pretend I wasn't home.
Then he knocked again, louder this time.
"I just want to talk!"
Yeah, I'm sure that's all he wants to do...
I slowly crept away from my door, hoping he would lose interest as I went to my cupboard and pulled down a wine glass.
Three more knocks, and he finally seemed to give up, making me take a calming breath so I could finally relax.
Well, I tried to at least.
Until thoughts of Grant were making their way back into my mind. That made it pretty freaking hard to relax.
I quickly reached for the only bottle of wine I had and went to open it.
I wasn't much of a drinker, considering I worked most of the time, but tonight, I decided to drink the whole damn bottle.
After pouring myself a full glass, I reached behind my back and began unzipping my dress.
"I swear I am never going out again." I grumbled to myself before letting the dress slip to the floor as I grabbed my glass of wine and the bottle with it.
Who does that jerk think he is? I can still recall that smug look on his face when I finally said his name.
Kicking off my heels, I stayed in my bra and panties before flopping onto the couch and immediately chugged half the glass in my hands.
That's when I heard my phone vibrating, making my brow furrow. Who could that be?
Setting my glass down, I shot to my feet and went to grab my phone from my bag.
That's when I saw the assholes name pop up, making my eyes widen in horror.
Why the hell is he calling?!
He probably wanted to rub everything in my face.
There is no way I am answering that.
I scoffed, going to throw the phone back into my purse when this sense of worry began to rise.
Wait, what if it has to do with Sammy? What if something happened when he went to drive me home?
"Ugh... how did I even get myself into this situation?" I grumbled before hitting that green call button, placing the phone to ear.
"This better be about Sammy." I snapped, making a deep chuckle fill the line as I walked back towards where I had been sitting and reached for my glass again.
"So I can't call you unless it's an emergency then?" He asked playfully, making the bitter red wine go do even harsher as I rolled my eyes in frustration.
"Yes Mr. Eas-"
"Stephanie, I thought we already went over this. Or are you just doing it so I can teach you another lesson?"
Is he serious?!
"No GRANT. I refer to you as Mr. Easton because I'm trying to keep whatever this is professional." I snapped, feeling the wine already taking effect as the liquid courage began to set in.
"So, if nothing is wrong with Sammy, then I-"
"I just wanted to make sure you got into your apartment okay." He suddenly blurted, making me stand there in confusion as I let his words sink in.
We sat there in silence for a few seconds as I finally let out a long sigh before going to respond.
"Not that you deserve to know... but yes, I did." I mumbled, feeling this weird shift over the phone as I started to pour another glass.
"What are you doing right now?" Grant suddenly asked lowly, making me swallow hard as my hand began to tremble, almost spilling the wine.
"Just settling in."
What was I supposed to say? That I am stripped down to my underwear and rage drinking?
"Stephanie, if I made you feel uncomfortable earlier-"
"No, not at all." I rushed, cursing myself for sounding so desperate. So much for staying strong.
"You didn't let me finish." He suddenly added darkly, making my breathing quicken as I bit down on my lower lip firmly.
"If I made you feel uncomfortable earlier, it might be wise to stay away from me from this point forward." He stated, the threatening tone to his voice making my heart skip a beat as I quickly placed the wine glass down before walking towards my window.
"And why is that?" I asked, feeling like Grant was still here for some reason as I peered through my blinds and stared down at the street.
I didn't see his car, but I swear I could feel his eyes staring back at me.
"Because the next time I get you alone like that. I won't stop." He confessed, making my stomach flip as I felt heat creeping up my neck.
"What if I didn't want you to stop to begin with?" I whispered, the tone of my voice oozing seduction as I felt the wine settling in.
"I don't think you understand what you are about to get yourself into." Grant stated lowly, his voice almost a growl as I swallowed hard before backing away from the window.
"Maybe I don't. But it doesn't change the way that I feel." The words rolled off of my tongue, making Grant go silent once more as I dragged my palms down my bare stomach sensually.
The urge to touch myself throbbed between my legs as I felt so damn horny, I might just die if I didn't do something about it soon.
"You have until Christmas Eve to decide. I will pick you up for the party at 6 and you can give me your final decision then." He stated firmly, making me blink my eyes rapidly as I realized what he had just said.
"But-"
"There's no room for argument. I will see you at 6, Doc."
And with that, he hung up. Leaving me just as confused and speechless as he did before.